#so this got away from me

[wassupmygays]

every time i listen to Runs in The Family (Reprise), i think about how Scared sodapop must be

"maybe i should finally just walk on out" darry screams, "you'd be one less thing for me to worry about!"

and suddenly soda is thinking about how much darry does for them. how much he works, how much he cleans, how much he cooks, how much money he brings in. and soda knows he cannot do that. he cant do what darry does, and if hes gone... what would happen to him and ponyboy?

"leave you boys, im heading back to school! im tired of lifting you up, tired of playing the fool"

darry cant leave. he cant. he wouldnt. soda knows this. but what if hes wrong? its looking more and more like he wont be able to de-escalate this argument, and what would happen then? he always hopes and prays that the next argument would be the last, but they always just keep growing and growing. would this be darry's final straw if soda couldnt hold them together?

"Start a new life in a different town, there aint no tellin' where i'd go without you draggin me down"

soda knows hes right. he knows that darry couldve gotten out and made a life for himself if he didnt have to devote every waking hour to making sure him and pony didnt get sent away. and god if soda didnt feel a shit ton of guilt for that every day.

"picture life without ole' Darry around!"

god soda doesnt ever want to imagine that. even if darry wasnt the one holding their family together, he wouldnt ever want to picture a life without his big brother. he loves him too much. he needs him. even before their parents died he needed his big brother there. hes never known a life without darry and he never wants to.

but he also can't sit and dwell with this fear because hes gotta de-escalate everything. and darry is yelling, and now ponyboy is yelling, and poor johnny is watching all of this and now theyre screaming. and ponyboy is saying maybe Darry should just leave and oh my god why cant they just stop fighting

and then suddenly darry has slapped ponyboy and soda watches him and johnny sprint out the front door. he doesnt even know how any of it happened. and god he prays that darry wont leave now.

he cant lose both of them

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

marcus pike and phone sex… specifically getting you to play with yourself over the phone.

Cristina my love <3

I think this is one of those rare kinks where it's literally just about power.

If there's one thing about Marcus Pike, it's that he knows how to use the tools at his disposal. Knowing you get off on his voice softly telling you what to do? Yeah, he'll take every opportunity to make you weak in the knees over it.

(smut, 18+ under the cut) (ETA THIS GOT LONG IT'S BASICALLY THEIR ENTIRE PHONE SEX SCRIPT LOL SORRY!?!?!?!)

Marcus doesn't strike me as someone who shies away from dirty talk. I think he'd tell you exactly what he wants to do to you in explicit detail.

And if you were, say, a little bit shy about actually saying it out loud? He'd find it endlessly endearing that you'll do the filthiest things with him, but the moment you try to articulate it? You start to giggle and duck your head in embarrassment.

Marcus is such a tease when he wants to be, so he likes getting you all flustered. He likes to murmur in your ear all the things he wants to do to you later when you're at dinner. He'll lean over and whisper, "I can't stop thinking about that pretty throat of yours. When we get home, I want to spread you out on the bed and slide my cock inside as deep as it will go until I can feel it against my hand." He delights in the way you choke on nothing at his words, gasping as though his cock really is down your throat even as you sit next to him in the quiet booth. "I want you to feel it too," he'll whisper. "I want to take your hand and show you just how good you are for me."

So when a case takes him away for a week, he immediately wants to get you hot and bothered over the phone. He starts talking first, softly instructing you, leading you through every step.

"Take off your clothes. Everything. I want to know you're completely naked, spread out on the bed."

"Lay down and close your eyes. I want you to pretend I'm watching you touch yourself."

He tells you to start slowly--to gently trace your lips with one finger, then slide your hand slowly down your throat to play with your nipples.

"Tease them," he says softly. "Touch them until you can't stand it any longer--just like I do for you."

He can hear your soft whimpers as you do what he asks, and it makes him palm his cock with a pained groan. He wants to cum, too, but he wants--needs--to wait until you do, too. He needs more, though--he needs to hear more than just your little gasps and cries. He needs to know exactly what it is he does to you.

"Tell me how it feels," he orders softly.

"G-Good," you stammer.

He tuts playfully. "You can do better than that, sweetheart."

"It's--um, it's overwhelming, and I can feel it--it's like I can feel it in my clit, just touching myself like this."

"One of these days we should try to make you cum from this alone."

"It's--it's better when you do it," you admit quietly.

"You need more, hmm? Pinch them. Make it hurt, just a little. Just a little bit of pain. Don't you always make the sweetest sounds when I'm a little bit rough with you?"

He hears your resulting whine and he knows you've obeyed.

"Good girl. Do it again."

He asks you to do it over and over until you finally break and beg him.

"Please, Marcus, I want to touch myself."

"You are touching yourself."

"Marcus!"

He laughs, enjoying this little game of having this power over you, of getting to choose when you get to touch, when you get to cum.

"Marcus, please, it's too much, I need more."

"You can have more if you tell me exactly what you want."

"I-I want to touch my clit?" You rise up in inflection at the end, so that it comes out like a question.

"More," Marcus whispers back. "More, baby. I need more."

"I want... I want to circle it slowly, just like you do. I want to, um, imagine it's your hand, dipping down through my folds and collecting my--fuck, I'm so wet, there's... there's a lot, Marcus--and spreading it around, making e-everything slick..."

"Good," Marcus praises, his eyes falling shut at the visual. "Good, baby, you're doing so well. Touch yourself for me, do exactly what you're saying."

Your next words are stronger, and he knows his generous praise has emboldened you.

"I want--oh, fuck, I want your fingers inside me while I do this. I've got--I've got mine inside but they can never get d-deep enough. I need you--need your cock."

"Tell you what, I'll let you get your toy if you keep telling me exactly what you're doing."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. The biggest one. Want to reward you for being so good to me while I'm gone."

You both know which toy he's referring to--it's inhumanly long and thick, completely unrealistic in terms of regular human anatomy. He bought it for you because he likes to see you struggle to take it. The first time he used it on you, you could barely take half of it, and the vision of you split open on it always leaves him rock hard.

"I-I've got it," you tell him breathlessly. "I'm gonna, um, get it wet. I-In my mouth."

"Fuck, good girl. F-Fuck--as deep as you can get it, baby. As deep as it will go. Keep the phone close by."

He listens to the little sounds of effort as you try and fit the toy in your mouth and down your throat. He can tell you're really trying--he hears you choke several times, and you're panting and gasping for breath as you come up for air every time.

"How does it feel?" Marcus prompts.

"It--fuck, it hurts my throat and... makes my eyes water, b-but I like that. I like how it feels and I like knowing it's too much for me."

"I know," he murmurs affectionately. "I know, baby. You can slide it in, now. Slowly."

"I--it's filling me inch by inch," you say, your voice slightly strained with effort. "Marcus, I want--I want it to be you who does this."

"Shh, I know. I miss you too, honey."

"I like it when you fuck me with it," you add quietly. "You--you do it better, you always do it better. You--you make me realize I can... take more than I thought I could."

"You can take it," he says softly, encouragingly. "All the way in, all the way to the hilt, baby. I know you can do it."

"It's--almost---" you gasp.

"You gotta keep talking for me, baby, I need to hear it," Marcus reminds you. He finally starts to stroke himself, knowing you're on the other side of the phone, slowly breaking yourself apart on the massive toy.

"I can--it's all--it's in there, and--fuck, feels so full, Marcus. It's--it's so much and I need to cum and oh, God, baby I miss you. I miss you so much and it's never the same without you."

"Make yourself cum and--f-fuck--keep talking," Marcus gasps, moving his hand faster.

"I'm--I'm rubbing my clit," you tell him. "It's--oh god, it's making everything so tight, I'm gonna feel it everywhere when I cum. I want--I'm gonna cum, Marcus, will you--will you cum with me? Will you--I wanna know you're missing me too, I--"

"Fuck, yes, I'm cumming with you," Marcus assures, his voice roughened with pleasure. "So close, baby, please. So close, and I miss you too, baby, I'll be home soon and I'll get to taste that pretty pussy for myself and fuck that perfect little cunt with my fingers before I fuck you open on my cock."

You scream as you cum, so overwhelmed by Marcus's words and the massive toy splitting you open. Marcus follows immediately, spurting over his hand with a hissed curse, staying as quiet as he can so he can hear all those sweet noises you're making.

"Thank you," he whispers. "You did so good for me, baby. I know it's hard for you to say out loud."

"I did," you giggle, sounding giddy and exhilarated.

"I'll be home soon," he promises. "So soon. Will you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Don't clean the toy," he says darkly.

"Marcus!" you laugh, aghast.

"Don't clean it," he repeats. "I've fucking missed the way you taste and I'm going to get my fill when I get back."

[orionis13]

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[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[zorangezest]

thanks for listening

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Carry me home

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[sableeira]

And Dazai is like: omg how did he figure it out?!?!?!?

[violent138]

On a very stupid note, can you imagine how embarrassing it is for Bruce Wayne, the most paranoid and secretive man on earth, that whenever there's drama in his family it inevitably reaches a significant portion of the superhero community?

And he can't even go after any one person, because Alfred would tell Dick (who tells Wally and Donna, especially if it was really stupid), Steph would tell Kara (who would tell Clark, who would tell Diana, who already knew via Donna), and Tim would tell Kon, Damian would tell Jon and Connor, Duke tells Jason about it, and because Wally told Barry Hal now knows (and other Lanterns), J'onn knew because Bruce was fuming and Clark was trying to figure out how to bring it up, Cass told Dinah and Barbara so now the entirety of the Arrowfam and Birds of Prey know too and so on.

[lousysharkbutt]

norman reedus sitting like that dot jpeg

[xitsensunmoon]

My first ever comic con! And first cosplay too. Of course it's gonna be my boy :] Ramblings about the process are under the cut(Let me know if?? You would want me to elaborate with process images for any of the steps?)

The costume took me forever to make, as I've never done any machine sewing, sculpting, fabric dying or spray painting before but learning all of these was so fucking fun!! I never realised just how many different skills go into making a cosplay but it was so worth it!!!

Almost all of the clothes(except the hat) were purchased first as bases, but all of the detailing was added by me. All of the fabric used was originally just scraps that I was given for free so I needed to learn how to dye and dye all of the stars, they were originally white.

The sewing machine was its own beast that brought me tons of frustration from the lack of skill and knowledge (it was devastating to find out that 95% of fuck ups were my fault and not the machine's lmao). But as a result, a hat sewn from scratch, all of the fur trims, embroidery on the corset, stars and the collar(which is very hard to see on the pictures unfortunately) was all added manually. The stars and the stripes(on the back of the cape) were attached using heat-and-bond adhesive (I WISH I knew about such thing just when I started working on this. It would save me so much time and nerves.)

Then I found out about polymorph(mouldable plastic) and it has become the next thing I wanted to learn, to sculpt the claws and the fangs(yes, they're handmade jfksjs). The claws I then primed and painted in trillion coats because I wasn't satisfied with the colour of the spray paint. The fangs I moulded to my own teeth and then stained with tea to match the colour of my teeth :)c

As for makeup, I used Mehron Paradise water activated paints. At first I wanted to try to save money and bought myself Snazaroo instead, which unfortunately turned out to be a waste. Snazaroo didn't hold on my face for longer than 2 hours, cracking and peeling awfully. Mehron on the other hand survived 11 hours of me smiling, talking, emoting and such and didn't even crease at the smile lines(I'm actually shocked about that). It obviously works like any other makeup which means your skin texture and wrinkles won't go anywhere but Mehron's elasticity pleasantly surprised me. It did obviously smear from sweat and saliva(if you're eating and licking your lips) but if you don't touch the skin it just dries again, self setting. But if it's dry it's fully smear-proof. Highly recommend!

And last but not least, I've decided against painting my hands as it was very risky that I will stain everything I touch at the smallest hint of sweat. So instead I got myself gloves-tights(? Not sure how they're called but it's made from the same fabric as tights) and painted them with normal acrylic paint(did you know you could dye fabric with acrylic paint? I personally didn't), then heat set with an iron and voilà, they're reusable, my hands are not stained after an exhausting day and I don't stain everything I touch. It worked wonderfully which honestly was a surprise as I was really sceptical that acrylic paint will somehow stay in place.

I think this whole thing took me minimum of 6 months with big-big breaks for my school and life in general. But I'm really proud! This project taught me so many new skills and I couldn't have been happier about learning new knowledge, even if it sucked to fail in the meantime.

Everyone at the con was really nice and gave me a large confidence boost even tho it was my first time and I had no idea what I was doing. Taking photos with other people was really awkward/new for me as I hate cameras so I really had no idea how to pose/behave in front of one. But that's okay I think. This whole experience definitely made me want to do this again, so I think that will come with experience. Thank you for reading this far, hope you enjoyed this little summary :)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heh...Literally nothing personal, kid.

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